You were doing maintenance on your pistols and watched the other Neons doing the same for their weapons.
Yellow: "Hey guys, how long has it been since we first arrived in Roanapur?"
Cyan: "About seven months, I think."
"Time really flies when you have contracts lining up for you. If it weren't for all the damn prices for ammo, weapons, and other crap, we'd be raking in more money."
Red: "Well, that's the world we were raised to quote unquote 'thrive' in. Full of swindlers and people wanting things to playout in their favor."
Pink: "It's always we take what we can get. Still, I'm not sure about a normal life just yet."
"Maybe in ten years or not, but we still have fun."
Yellow: "Oh heck yeah, and we're just getting started with things."
The phone rang.
Cyan: "I'll get it."
Cyan answered the phone and stayed silent for a few seconds.
"White. It's for you."
You got up from your chair, and as soon as you stepped out of the room, Yellow sat in your chair.
"You've got White."
Shenhua: "Been awhile, White."
"I could say the same about you Shenuha. How's business?"
Shenhua: "One thing after nother. Need a break. Want to eat dinner with me?"
"You know the answer to that."
Shenhua: "There's good restaurant two blocks west of Yellow Flag. Be waiting for ya."
"Going out for tonight," you shouted to the others. "Remember to lock the place up."
As you left, you headed to the place and saw that its a shawarma restaurant. You looked at your watch to check the time and heard something swinging.
A dagger was thrown, but you caught it before recognizing it as Shenhua's.
Shenhua: "Glad to see you not losing step."
"A lot of people I know died because of that."
Once you entered the restaurant, you ordered some food while an explosion happened in the background.
"Just everyday in Roanapur."
Shenhua: "If no deadly shootout, fatal explosion."
Once you finished eating, the two of you went back to your apartment. Shenhua looks at some of the newspapers you took about assassinations that were most likely done by yourself and the other Neons.
Shenhua: "You were pretty busy."
"Since Graduation. Those that funded victory considered themselves artists, and to them, professional assassins were works of art on their own."
Shenhua: "Nice to know they came out alright."
She traced her hand on your shoulder as your mask displayed that you're smiling with her.
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Even Assassins Can Love (Shenhua x Male Reader)
FanfictionYou were part of a small community that was a front for training assassins. They called you "White", and you did what you were told. Upon graduation, you became a part of the "Neons". But after your team was betrayed, all of you decided to hide out...
